A crimson petal fell into my lap and I felt the power that
configured the being as it was. I looked at him, remembering the countless
times they had told me that my life was like that of a beautiful and delicate
flower to which they had to pour water from time to time to nourish its
freshness; but I was not just any flower, I was like that rose, beautiful, but
incredibly strong, to grow in a world full of thorns.
He was happy to be the way he was; tenacious, brave and
intelligent and that beauty of which they spoke was demonstrated every day in
the gestures or actions that she carried out; she was a woman and she wouldn't
trade him for anything.
Tana Arola. 🌹
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